Anatomia
It is not enough to be your heart, I need to be your lungs.
Make me your first breath of air in the morning and the last one in your evening.
I need to live in your brain.
Let all of your thoughts be a reflection of me and semi-tainted affections.
I have to be your delusion and your truth.
Let me be one with your body.
Let me fill you with my pain.
Though we'll let it all rush away with the blood in your veins to your wounds.